The world of beauty drama begins with the surrender of Jason

Chapter 493 The End of a Fairy Tale 6
The tall hill is like a majestic warrior, overlooking the endless jungle and wilderness before it.

The weak flowers and plants struggled to poke their heads out from the cracks in the rocks, hungrily grabbing the sunlight and rain, even if they were blown to and fro by the strong mountain wind.

"Ha, we're finally here."

Compared to the cruelty brought by the river of fate flowing through a certain shadow, the joy here is very pure.

The laughter was full of joy, and Edkin kicked his legs in relief to relax his tense muscles.

Normally, even if his physical strength is weak, an ordinary rugged mountain road should not be a problem for a formal transcendent. However, the spatial structure here is obviously far from normal.

At least in the bard's feeling, the fatigue brought by this tangible distance is not much different from running a marathon with a weighted sandbag on his back.

Fortunately, the journey seemed to be over. After crossing a gentle hillside, a majestic ruin with a strong presence suddenly emerged from everyone's sight.

Dozens of ancient Greek and Roman columns that are so thick that you can hug them are cut across and scattered among the wild grass. The exquisite mosaic reliefs inlaid with colored stones have peeled off and are surrounded by the cheerfully growing morning glories and duckweeds, looking at each other in silence.

Only the unrecognizable statue with broken arms and head at the deepest part still stands against half of the wall, as if telling of the glorious days of the past.

"Look, the last wise king is there..." Mr. Otter jumped excitedly in front, pointing in the distance with his shiny black paws.

There was no need for the diligent NPC guide to continue his narration, and everyone's attention was focused directly on the open space in the middle of the ruins.

A flat and smooth pale white stone platform stands here, with sparse crystalline threads deeply embedded in the texture, which has both the hardness of granite and the warmth of marble.

On the edge of the stone platform, a large European-style wide-brimmed hat rested quietly on it.

The brim of the hat rose slightly, and a black and yellow flexible tail swayed slightly, then it rose up and opened, and a furry figure rolled out...

Well, to be exact, it should be a ball!
With two pointed ears tightly attached to its round little head, the tabby cat with its limbs folded together is sleeping soundly with its head in its arms and legs, like a chubby little ball.

Its adorable appearance is enough to arouse the passion of some pet lovers, who loudly make perverted remarks like "such little babies are born to be eaten by their owners."

"My little girl, she is so cute... I mean pitiful."

As soon as Zhu Mingyao thought of such jokes, the barbarian sister with bright eyes immediately demonstrated her point with practical actions.

She rubbed her broad palms with a strange smile, and kneaded the cat wearing small leather boots all over, making the cat gasp for breath.

Along the way, with the examples of the first three fairy tales as a foundation, even Holger, who hates to use his brain the most, can guess that the true identity of the little Hakimi in front of him is naturally no other than the druid girl.

However, even after being abused by her, the kitten just spread out its belly and purred, showing no intention of waking up.

"Please spread out in four directions and resurrect the lion king Aslan." The jumping otter called out at the right time.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but although its speech and behavior have always been lively and no different from normal creatures, if you look closely you can still see that it is a little exaggerated like an actor in a stage play. However, at this time it seems a little more lively and smooth.

Edkin blinked his eyes, casually plucked the strings twice, pursed his lips and whistled softly, and said happily:
"Okay, guys, let's hurry up and unite and get out of this damn place as soon as possible." "Need I say more?" The sturdy woman moved the joints of her arms and hugged her teammate who had turned into a cat tightly.

According to the explanation, the three people who had just escaped from the role-playing game, with their companion who was still unconscious, stood at the four corners of the stone platform.

Zhu Mingyao glanced at them indifferently, ignoring Mr. Otter who had started chanting. Instead, he looked at the damaged murals and statues with interest, as if he was admiring these broken works of art.

His eyes became brighter and brighter, and the smile on his face became more and more intense, until it reached a weird level.

A strange spell sounded, like a breeze blowing through the mountains and forests, bringing with it the faint echo of ancient trees, rocks and springs. The air around suddenly became heavy, yet it was filled with moist watery air without anyone noticing.

Drops of dew rolled on the surface of the grass leaves. Nourished by an unknown force, many plants completed their growth cycle of several years in a short period of time, covering the surface of the ruins with a layer of green.

A sense of ethereal solemnity and sacredness quietly arises, and the ruins in the wilderness seem to have turned into an ancient and solemn temple.

"What an interesting trick..." Holge was like an old hen protecting her nest. He held the kitten in his majestic chest with one hand, while the other hand naturally fell on the battle axe at his waist.

The other two did not have the body control of professional fighters, so their movements of adjusting to guard posture were more obvious, and a strange and subtle atmosphere emerged.

"Of course the story is quite interesting." Someone nearby clicked his tongue and continued her conversation.

"It was just a little hasty at the end, and it ended a bit badly."

Following the blunt evaluation, sharp red and white light intertwined in the sky, forming a net that disturbed the gradually denser sacred aura. With just a flick left and right, it trapped the host with a simple and honest face in the center of the net.

Water and fire fight against each other, metal and wood overcome each other, the rising water vapor evaporates silently, and the growing grass withers in an instant.

The wet ground gradually dried up with Zhu Mingyao's footsteps. He scratched his chin and asked curiously:
"I say, ancient Greek drama is also very famous in history. Why is the ending so absurd? At least it should follow the previous plot and restore Beverly to human form before continuing the song. Why are the main and side plots pressed together? Are you in a hurry?"

The person he was questioning seemed to be deaf to his words, and slowly raised his head. The muscles under his fur squirmed, and his body grew larger and larger, expanding several times in a few seconds, completing the transformation from Mustelidae to Artiodactyl.

The half-goat man with horns on his head and fluttering yellow beard on his chin spoke indifferently. His thin face did not show disappointment, but instead revealed a hint of helplessness.

"There's nothing I can do. Those two crazy women don't seem to want to continue playing hide-and-seek. I have no choice but to try my best to speed up the process."

Its shriveled body filled up like a balloon, and golden-green lines like the finest jade quickly climbed up. The rich natural breath was like the most skilled painter, who was freely expressing his inspiration and painting a masterpiece that transcended this world on its body surface.

Amid the explosion sound like shattering glass, the scenery in the distance became distorted and dim, and then disappeared one after another. Vaguely, layers of dark clouds could be seen eroding the mountains, plains, lakes and swamps, with the frosty white ice and blue waves occasionally revealing a hideous corner.

"So I'm asking you to help an old guy who is about to die, with your life...how about that?"

As the voices rang out, the pillars rose again, the high walls closed, and the hot molten bronze swept over like waves, coating the hall floor, which had been pieced together by itself, with a layer of gilded luster.

In the temple that had briefly recovered its splendor of thousands of years ago, a majestic figure had appeared like a ghost, surrounded by a brilliant yet mysterious light. Wherever it passed, the space seemed to be controlled by its will, presenting the illusion of distorted air under the scorching summer sun.

The overwhelming pressure came down like a mountain. Even those who had secretly made preparations were all pinned down on the spot at this moment. It seemed that they could only sit there and wait to die!
(End of this chapter)